Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

Grayson suggests "Oh please so that you take your one and only chance to bitch slap me. Please no. I am pretty sure l am awake right now." "Wow hungover already gone." I ask "Thanks to your yelling my head is in hell." We give her about 10 seconds for her to comprehend the hell that just happened. Grayson was on the other hand showing his countdown. "Action." He whispers to me /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV “Huh?” Greyson exclaimed, scrunching his forehead as hard as he could. “Who the f*ck do you think I am to have a sex tape with someone? I have a lot of clients, yes, but that doesn’t mean that there are videos of them spreading online or anywhere!” he grunted. “Then, how can you explain that video where you were having a good time with Gwynneth while I was ending my parents’ lives?” I asked, ignoring what he said.

Piper emphasize. I roll my eyes and draw my knees to my chest. "What about his father or even his mother ?" I ask this time. "Heard is father is dead. And according to the media, Mia Carter , Gray's mom remarried a Canadian after her husband's death. So basically, Gray's mother is in Canada. The man's rich. I think is name is ...." Alexa said snapping her fingers in thoughts. " Antonio.. Sounds like a mafia boss's name." Brandon chuckles.

“You’re ruining marinara for me forever.” I could have told her the truth: Grayson doesn’t kill for kicks the way Caisen sometimes does, like violence is a language he enjoys speaking. Grayson’s a math problem with a pulse. If he draws blood, it’s because he’s already calculated three futures where mercy costs more. He’s not kind; he’s efficient. The city calls it monstrous because it keeps them safer than admitting they need him. But saying that out loud would be admitting I knew the temperature of his thoughts. So I exhaled through a smile. “People love ghost stories. Makes them feel important.”

Grayson's eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness. "If they have the audacity to meddle with me, they are courting their own demise. Render them incapacitated and leave them in a desolate place. "Capture images of their wretched condition and publish them on the dark web as a stark warning to those who dared to target me." "Understood!" Grayson was about to hang up when Sam added, "Some of those hitmen suspected that it was Mr. Quinn who hired them." Grayson thought for a moment and immediately stated, "It's not him!"

Greyson had claimed that when he got into the room that night, it had been to find only Roman and Matthew and that they had both been killed and when I asked him about Zoe/Estel, he had said that there had been no one like that in the room and had assured me that his mate was dead and there was just no way for her to come back to life. I knew what I had seen, it had not been made up in my mind. The only person that would have been able to back up my claims had been Naomi as she was the only other person that had been there with me but before I got back from the hospital the girl had killed herself.

“Selena’s done. I want her off the set tomorrow. Make sure she knows it’s over.” There was a pause on the other end before Derek’s hesitant voice came through. “Mr. Grayson, are you sure? Julian Mathers—” “I don’t give a damn about Julian Mathers!” Grayson snapped, cutting him off. “She’s mine to deal with, and I’m going to make sure she regrets crossing me.” He ended the call, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. As the elevator doors opened, he stepped into the cool night air, his mind already plotting his next move.

She hissed at them. "Okay but if I scare you it’s because you asked for it." He cleared his throat. "About thirteen years ago Mr. Hewsen got bit by a venomous snake, he supposedly died and then somehow got up and started living again. He hadn't been seen since then up until two years ago. He then suddenly had someone living with him. The boy’s name is Garrett, he's kind of psycho. Another year went by and they adopted a girl named Lena. We're expecting them to adopt another someone in a few months." Ricky said. “He’s the one that has the gray eyes like you.” Maybe he is related to you?” “It sounds like he was very lucky. He also sounds like a nice man helping out a couple of kids.” Jade said

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

"I was eight when she came back. It felt like meeting a stranger. She claimed she'd given the baby up for adoption, and my father... he took her back like nothing had happened. He's a good man, and it makes him vulnerable." Damien's voice dropped to a whisper. "A week later, Philip Payne and his family were found shot dead in their Georgia apartment." I gasped. "Did she...?" I couldn't finish the question. "I don't know," Damien admitted, his unseeing eyes focused on some distant point. I'd always known Mrs. Grey was manipulative, but murder? Surely there had to be another explanation. "Is Danish Rob...?" I began, piecing it together. "Yes," Damien confirmed. "He's that child."